Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.